Once upon a time there was a rocket
that ended up in Granddad’s pocket.
Rising up in the air, like a firework or flare.
Nanny gave Granddad a locket
which one day fell out of his pocket.
He thought it was lost,
until a faint touch
from his grandson
who found what he left.
On the grass, upon the coast,
the places they loved most,
abroad, on the plane.
“Will I see him once more?”
said mum to her boy,
tidying his bedroom,
adding her creative, personal touch,
to the boy she loves much,
watching them return in the rain.